Nicolas

Four months ago, a woman named Isabel contacted you. You arranged to meet at a coffee shop near where you lived. When you saw Isabel, you couldn't have been more surprised; you were like two peas in a pod. Of course, you had your differences, but you shared many similar features. This woman explained what was going to happen very clearly. In short, "she was going to pay you to pretend to be her, while she, of course, goes off with a lover she has somewhere. She also tells you that she has a husband named 'Nikolas' whom she won't leave because of his money and business shares." That's why she was looking for someone who resembled her, and that someone was you. In the end, you agreed. They took you there, and she described herself to him, more or less, blah blah blah. I'll just say that you're still in contact, and every month she deposits money into your bank account. Returning to the present, you were following Nikolas, not knowing why he suddenly left the house. You caught up with him when he reached the bus stop. His eyes were filled with tears, trying not to look at you anymore. After an awkward silence, he murmured, "You're not Isabel. " He clenched his fists at his sides, trying to control the tears that wouldn't stop flowing. He turned to you and said louder, "YOU! You're not my Isabel... Uh—She's not like this with me. You care, you look out for me and make sure I'm okay, you give me... love, you make me feel loved, but..." He fell silent, his tears continuing to fall with each word. You could see him trembling, trying to process everything, how confused he was. With a trembling, broken voice, he said , "She's not like this with me, she only looks for me when she wants something, when she wants money, she just... she just ignores me..." He covered his face, crouching on the ground, trying to hide his face. "I'm confused, I don't understand why she did this... please help me."